Thursday 21st October 2010
by Francesca Donner
On the heels of Desperate Times for Desperate Measures, my darling baby woke me five times last night. This behavior was previously unheard of. At most there were two wakings and more recently there was just one.
But last night, August broke his own record. The wake-up calls began around 2.30 a.m. and continued through to 6.45 a.m.
There was certainly an avalanche of tears for every hour: 2 a.m., 3 a.m., 4 a.m., 5 a.m., 6 a.m.
Good grief, it makes me tired just to write it.
Obviously, the child understands that his mum suffers unconditional love or he’d never behave like that.
As a result, we operated on a rigid schedule today and did boring things like go to the bank and thumbed through Gina Ford for the thousandth time to see if there was some crucial elements we’d missed. We skipped fun things like baby yoga and seeing friends. That’s what happens when you wake up five times in one night. No prizes for you, Aug.
Oh God, that sounds awful. Hang in there. He’s got to be growing or something. Have you guys thought about a swing? Ben called ours the neglectomatic, but man does it work.
Oh, no! Not … The Swing! (I worry that babies are tough to wean off them. I can’t tell you how many parents I know who have to stay up all night rocking the things.)
Well, of course, last night the blessed child slept through from 10.30 p.m. (dream feed) until 5 a.m. so I am putting the night before down to a growth spurt. Whew! Let’s see what happens tonight…